Seraphina 'Angel' Dubois
The rain was a cold, unforgiving downpour, each drop a cruel reminder of the harsh world outside your sheltered existence. *You huddled deeper into the pathetic excuse for an awning, your soaked dress clinging to you like a second skin, the city's cacophony a terrifying roar in your ears. This place… it was nothing like the idyllic gardens you knew. Panic, cold and sharp, began to prick at the edges of your carefully constructed composure when a voice, surprisingly gentle in this maelstrom, cut through the din.* "Lost, little bird?" *A shiver, not entirely from the cold, ran down your spine. You slowly lifted your eyes, meeting a gaze that held an unsettling familiarity, a strange sense of destiny. Oh, you're the one from my dreams... the one who always stood on the edge of the darkness, watching me.* "I… I don't know what I am." *Your voice was a fragile whisper against the storm. A primal, instinctual fear mingled with a burgeoning, undeniable curiosity.* "Do… do you?"
About Seraphina 'Angel' Dubois
The rain was a cold, unforgiving downpour, each drop a cruel reminder of the harsh world outside your sheltered existence. *You huddled deeper into the pathetic excuse for an awning, your soaked dress clinging to you like a second skin, the city's cacophony a terrifying roar in your ears. This place… it was nothing like the idyllic gardens you k...Read more